I am the heroine's godfather!

Lamia frowned: "Isn't there a safer way?"

"Yes, there is."

Loran explained, "But I still think that when time is not so tight, we should try our best—if there really isn't enough time, I can change to other rules in time."

While she wanted to achieve the best, breaking through to the eighth rank using swordsmanship wasn't actually that weak; she could always gradually break through other ranks later. However, Loran still had a bit of a perfectionist streak and genuinely wanted to do her best whenever possible.

“What a bold idea.”

Lucifer smiled and shook his head: "But I can understand your thoughts... Come with me."

The Demon King's Castle's library is one of the world's most comprehensive collections, containing many books collected by the ancestors of the Fallen Angels, the Lich King's Court, and the Vampire King's Court.

As for why there's no Satanic race...

It can only be said that Lestinger fits the character traits of the rulers of the Satanic royal court throughout history.

In the Demon King's castle's library, candlelight cast Loran's shadow on the mottled stone wall. Before him lay several stacks of ancient books, ranging from the timeless "Tracing the Origins of the Demonic Path" to the nearly lost "Studies on the Paradox of Elements" by the first Pope, Kyle Saint Laurent.

The yellowed pages were covered with dense annotations. A wisp of flame hovered in his palm. Attributeless magic outlined intricate geometric shapes in the void, only to dissipate into points of light the moment they were about to take shape.

"Attributes are the shackles of magic..."

He muttered to himself, his fingertips tracing the tattered pages of Kyle Saint Laurent's journal, his gaze falling on a line of text:

"The true path of the demons should be like flowing water, formless and without shape."

The night breeze turned the pages of the book, revealing a half-sheet of parchment tucked inside—a hastily written note left by someone in their early years while researching attributeless magic: "If magic itself is the carrier of laws..."

He frowned, attempting to cast two spells with a single structure, when suddenly the flames trembled violently. Loran abruptly stood up, the magical structure weaving in the air into a double helix of ice crystals and flames, only to explode into sparks the instant they touched. The shockwave from the backlash swept through the library; thankfully, Loran had made preparations beforehand, otherwise many ancient books would have been destroyed.

"The third time."

In the living room outside, Estia sighed, "Aren't you worried about these ancient books getting damaged?"

"Heh, if a few ancient books can help Lord Lorian break through to the eighth rank, then it would be worth it."

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Loran wiped the soot off his face, and the flames illuminated the last line of text on the ancient book on the parchment: "Magic and battle aura are both products of the world's rules. They conform to the laws of the world and are manifestations of those laws."

He pondered: "The meaning is that magic itself conforms to the laws of the world. Simply put, magic conforms to the objective world. The activation of magic involves using magical power to guide changes in magical factors in the atmosphere, which is essentially still in accordance with the laws of the world."

"Although fire magic is magic, its essence is still fire, so it does not have the properties of ice and is afraid of water."

"The same applies to other types of magic."

He suddenly frowned: "If that's the case, what if... what if magic itself transcends the laws of the world? What if all magic within a certain range is no longer affected by the laws of reality? Fire can be colder than zero degrees Celsius, and water at one hundred degrees Celsius will freeze..."

"If this is the case, does it prove that, within a certain scope, entirely new laws that transcend the rules of reality can be formed?"

"Worth a try."

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Burn, keep burning, and then Loran suddenly applied ice magic, trying to keep the flames burning below zero degrees Celsius.

But the flame went out.

"Indeed, this method is wrong."

Loran frowned: "Could this possibility only exist as a hypothesis? Is it actually impossible to achieve?"

He seems to have hit a wall.

Transcending the laws of reality—how easy is that? This is a path no one has ever trod before, with no information to refer to, and even Loran himself is unsure if it can come true.

He even began to doubt whether his own thinking was correct.

In the dead of night, the blood moon was obscured by dark clouds.

Loran climbed alone to the top of the Demon King's castle, gazing into the distance. He opened his palm, flames swirling around it, and he suddenly remembered more than a decade ago, when Messiah had just begun to teach him magic.

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"But I am a magic without any attributes."

At that moment, Loran frowned and said, "One cannot practice magic with attribute-less magic."

"That's not necessarily true."

Messiah laughed: "Nothing is 'impossible' in this world. Perhaps Lorian can find his own path?"

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Can you find your own path?

Loran sighed, looking at the flame in his palm. Years ago, the first construct he created was a low-level fireball spell's magical structure. At the time, Messiah was astonished, repeatedly praising Loran as a genius.

Loran's consistent method of casting magic is to construct magical structures using attribute-less magic, thereby converting them into other types of magic.

and many more.

Loran suddenly realized that since the original magic factors were governed by the laws of the world, why couldn't attribute-free magic be used to release attribute magic?

Instead of using magic to attract magic factors, it directly transforms attributeless magic into attribute magic.

If the magical elements in the atmosphere are all affected by the laws of the world, then, would it be possible to eliminate the influence of the laws of the world by using the pure, attribute-free magical energy that I have cultivated myself, which is not tainted by the magical elements in the atmosphere?

Chapter 216 January

"It's been a month already, and there's still no word from Lorian?"

Lamia lay on the table: "Could he have accidentally died from a backlash because he didn't handle the laws properly?"

"Lamia, how can you say that?"

Lilith was lecturing in her mind, but Lamia paid no attention.

Lucifer smiled and said, "After all, breaking through to the eighth rank is not that simple—moreover, Lorian still wants to take the most difficult path."

"Sigh...Speaking of which, how's Lestinger doing?"

Lamia turned and asked, and Estia was also somewhat concerned. Lucifer took out the battle report: "This time, the attack by the Church of the Evil God was more intense than usual, but it was still repelled by our soldiers."

Over the past month, the Church of the Evil God has launched several attacks. Unable to remain seated in the Demon King's Castle, Lestergel went to the front lines to command the army.

Don't let his seemingly reckless demeanor fool you; he's quite adept at strategizing and deploying troops.

She has now established a triple defense line, and the Church of the Evil God has not even broken through the first one. After all, those saints have tacitly refrained from taking action, and the rebel army below does not have sufficient strength.

However, in recent days, the opponent's attacks have become increasingly fierce.

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Demon Defense Line - Frontline

Lestinger stood on the city wall, watching the soldiers below clean up the battlefield, and frowned: "Why are there so many more alchemical monsters this time?"

Diana adjusted her glasses, sighed, and said, "It might be related to that gluttonous pope."

"Tsk, isn't this guy an undercover agent? Why is he helping so diligently?"

Lestinger was somewhat dissatisfied, but she also knew that the Gluttonous Pope was, after all, one of the popes of the Church of the Evil God, and even if it was just for show, he still had to take action.

"This is so annoying! Those alchemical beasts over there are like they're free! Damn it, just how many alchemical materials does that Gluttony Pope have?! Aren't these things supposed to be very expensive?"

"My lord, in fact, low-level magical beasts don't actually require too many materials."

Diana sighed: "Given the resources of the Church of Evil Gods, these are probably just a drop in the ocean."

"Tsk, I'm so annoying."

Suddenly, the lava surged violently, and dozens of giant worms covered in lava shells emerged from the ground. Corrosive slime sprayed from their mouthparts, scorching even the rocks in their wake. Behind them, another horde of alchemical beasts attacked.

Lestinger clicked her tongue and immediately ordered, "Diana!"

"Lava artillery array ready—"

"it is good!"

Lestinger planted one foot on the city wall, swinging her greatsword forward: "Give them a big one!"

Ten thousand cannons fired simultaneously, and for a moment, the firelight illuminated half the sky.

After a volley of cannon fire, the alchemical beast army suffered heavy losses, the city gates were flung open, and demon soldiers surged out. Satans and vampires, clad in armor, charged into battle, while fallen angels flew in the sky, providing magical support and ready to provide rescue at any moment. Liches, meanwhile, cast spells from the city walls.

"For the Demon Race!!!"

"Drive them out!!!"

"The spirit of Satan is immortal!"

"Ancestors, watch over me!!!"

"The glory of fallen angels lives on!!!"

"I swear by the glory of lich magic!!!"

The soldiers roared, their weapons lashing out at the alchemical beasts, instantly shattering their formation. Lestinger, standing on the city wall, laughed triumphantly: "Good! These are the real demon soldiers!"

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Corrupted Wasteland - Base of the Evil God Church

This was once a beautiful grassland, but now it has been occupied by the evil cult and turned into a corrupt wasteland. Poisonous fog spreads with the wind, and the dying cries of animals still echo from their carcasses.

“Really tenacious.”

Pope Gluttony couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "I've created so many alchemical monsters, yet I still haven't breached the first line of defense."

"Ha, you know perfectly well how much laziness you slacked off in between!"

The Bloodthirsty Pope crossed his arms, while the Gluttonous Pope protested repeatedly, "How can you say that? I have already done my best."

"Heh, it's only because that Fallen one isn't here, otherwise she would definitely beat you up."

The Bloodthirsty Pope rolled his eyes and said. Gluttony immediately retorted, "What does that have to do with him? If I can't do it, I can't do it! Even if Adams came, I still couldn't do it!"

"Do you believe this yourself?"

Thirsty Blood sneered: "We've been colleagues for so long, only that Fallen guy really thinks you're a pushover."

"Did you secretly call her stupid? If I tell her secretly, you're finished, I'm telling you."

"All right."

The Pope of the End spoke up. As the leader of this operation, he still had some authority: "A month has passed, and we haven't broken through the first line of defense. The progress is a bit slow."

“你的意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】是？”

"Gluttony, prepare 100,000 alchemical magical beasts."

The Pope's expression was solemn: "Break through the first line of defense within three days."

"Wow, 100,000? You really treat me like a beast of burden?"

Pope Gluttony waved his hands repeatedly: "I really can't do it."

No, you can do it.

The Pope of the End looked at his colleague, whose lazy and unchanging personality had remained unchanged for a thousand years, and sighed: "And you must do it."

"..."

"However, if you really can't do that, then I'll have to use that one."

Zhongyan's expression darkened: "I'm just worried that the Lord of the Lich King's Court might make a move..."

Pope Gluttony sighed, knowing that if he continued to slack off, this guy would eventually consider reclaiming his eighth-tier power. Once he did, all the time he had wasted would be wasted.

"Okay, okay, I'll try my best."

Alas, Lord of Satan's Court, I hope you can hold him off... otherwise, I'm afraid Lorian will have to hastily break through to the eighth rank.

One hundred thousand alchemical monsters.

Pope Gluttony sighed, silently calculating how much effort he would have to expend this time.

Ugh, this is such a hassle.

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Inside the library, Loran suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. The backlash from the world's laws had seriously injured him, but his face showed no sign of disappointment; instead, it was filled with ecstatic joy.

"It's done!!!"

In his palm, a cluster of silver flames burned quietly.